Wreck it Down

After his conversations with Juliet and Father Ned, Romeo took a long walk around the island, ending at Yurika's door. Summoning all his courage, he leaned into the open door, almost hoping she wasn't there.

Of course she was. Could things possibly get worse?

"Good day," he said, sounding as though his day had been anything but.

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Yurika squeaked in surprise, turning around quickly. "Oh-ohayio," she stammered, startled. "Come on in, koibito."

Great. Why did he always show up when she had something to tell him, but before she could figure out how? She was starting to think he had a Yurika-radar.

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He came in and sat on her bed, carefully keeping a physical distance. He barely registered that she seemed startled. "You may not want to call me that," he warned. "Not after you hear the news of great import I have."

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"Can't be any worse than mine," she muttered, pushing her chair out from the desk as she went to sit on the other end of her bed. She needed some reassurance, dammit.

"What, your father want you back in Verona for another set of meetings?" she asked, looking over at him. "Don't keep a girl in suspense."

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"I would not wager on that, love," Romeo said, the endearment slipping out before he caught himself. "Would it were as simple as a few meetings."

"Juliet -" his breath caught in his throat. "Juliet is here."

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She laughed suddenly and shook her head. "No wonder you look like you've seen a ghost!" she teased. "It's Homecoming Weekend, remember? You probably just saw that girl that looks like her. Remember?"

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The look Romeo gave poor, innocent Yurika, who would so soon be lost to him, was full of sorrow. "I thought it was Angela, but no, it was Juliet herself," he answered. "She too failed to die and was spirited away. She had been magically concealed as Hinata Hyuuga, but her disguise and brainwashing have crumbled and she wishes to be with me again."

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"No." Yurika suddenly felt very cold. This wasn't happening it wasn't. "Some witch is playing a trick on you, Romeo, it's not possible."

She stood, quickly moving to her desk to pick up a thin white object and toss it at him. "Pretty sure he would have mentioned it if 'Mommy Juliet' were in the picture somewhere."

Her delivery probably needed work. Again. But Yurika was too frantic to care.

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He was too flabbergasted to say anything at first; it took him a long minute to even recognize what the plastic object was. Then it came into focus and a cold sweat covered his body.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he said, probably undoing any good he'd done for the state of his soul by confessing. "Are you sure? How long?"

Edited Date: 2008-10-11 11:34 pm (UTC)

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"I haven't gone to the clinic yet. I just took - that - because I was starting to get freaked out. I figured I was just late because my body was confused after being a boy," she answered, staring down at the floor. "Only a few weeks, maybe?"

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"A few weeks," he echoed, closing his eyes and drawing his legs into his chest. "What did you want to do?"

Romeo had his own religious beliefs on the subject, but he'd been known to be flexible about such things. The odd thing, though, was how almost happy he was about the prospect of a child, somewhere under the shock.

Juliet was nearly forgotten for the moment.

Edited Date: 2008-10-11 11:53 pm (UTC)

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"Hey, Dojima," Triela bounced to a stop in the doorway. Where she paused.

"You okay?"

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"No," she scowled, staring down at the still-blank paper. "I'm an idiot."

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"I take it that there is some specific thing that makes you say that?" Triela quirked an eyebrow.

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"Because clearly, I can't count, and I need to be filing a lawsuit against the condom company," Yurika confided, picking up a small white item and waving it at Triela.

"So. What's the rule about pregnant girls using the range? I can't exactly make it wear protective earmuffs yet."

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"You're joking." Triela's voice was flat. Please tell her you're joking!

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"I wish." Yurika looked down at her desk again and fidgeted nervously. "I think I'm going to blame that weekend I was a boy instead of a girl. That makes the most sense, anyway. Not that anything around here ever makes any sense to start with."

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"Well," Triela mused, "I don't suppose there's any reason you can't still use the range if you're feeling up to it." Because when things this unexpected happened, falling back on routine was a good plan.

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"I feel fine now," Yurika said wryly. "Ask again in nine months when I'm huge. I'm going to be waddling across the stage at graduation."

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"I'd ask how it happened," Triela shook her head, "But I assume it was in the usual way."

"So... you're keeping it?" Triela didn't sound like she approved of that plan.

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"I don't know!" Yurika got up to pace the room and shook her head. "I'm careful! I'm always careful, I have no idea how it happened!"

"I don't want it." There. She said it. "But I met a maybe-future-kid after prom last year. Do I have the right to make that little boy's future disappear?"

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"How do you know you would?" Triela asked lightly. "You could always have another kid later."

It was a lot easier to be casual about something that happened to other people.

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